I am Jinshan Youxia

Zhang Chengyi tightened his cloak. The higher one's skill level, the faster one's physical constitution would drop. He would adjust his skill level to zero unless absolutely necessary to prevent his physical constitution from declining further. But without his skill level, he would need to use clothing to protect himself from the cold.

Anyway, adjusting the numerical values ​​is just a matter of a thought for him. Having zero power has an advantage: it prevents others from discovering that he is a master.

He explained, his voice weak, "I have a martial art that, once mastered, will leave me with only two or three years to live."

"I want to find more experts to help with the research."

Li Xunhuan felt this was just an excuse. Putting aside whether the captured experts would genuinely study martial arts techniques for him, even two or three years wouldn't be enough.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Chengyi seemed to see through the man's thoughts and said, "Two or three years is indeed not enough, but I am more skilled in the art of holding my breath and feigning death. Twenty or thirty years, or even two or three hundred years, will be enough."

Twenty or thirty years, or two or three hundred years?

Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "In that case, I will follow you to see the martial art that will only give you two or three years to live after you practice it."

The opponent's swordsmanship was amazing, but he was Li Xunhuan's Flying Dagger.

He was not afraid of any conspiracy, as it involved his sworn brother and his sister-in-law, Lin Shiyin.

He was willing to risk his life.

Besides, he should have died long ago.

"Phew~" Zhang Chengyi exhaled and walked towards Li Xunhuan's carriage. The carriage he brought was fine, but the hired coachman had long since run away.

Perhaps he collapsed and died somewhere due to poisoning?

Who knows?

Li Xunhuan didn't seem to care much. Carrying the wine jar, he boarded the carriage with Tie Chuanjia, who was guarding him.

The town was quiet, the sound of horses' hooves clattering. The iron chains, installed to prevent slipping, dangled, striking the icy pavement with each thud of the wheels.

Before Tie Chuanjia could even settle into his seat, he heard a voice say, "Excuse me, Xingyun Manor."

Zhang Chengyi, who was speaking, shrank into the corner, rummaged in his sleeve and pulled out a book. He yawned and tossed the book to Li Xunhuan, saying, "This is the martial arts technique."

"After practicing, even if you only have two or three years to live, your martial arts skills will be unmatched in the world."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and added, "Call me when we reach the next town, the next inn, or when someone comes looking for death."

It sounds a bit like a peddler selling their wares.

Li Xunhuan found it all very interesting; the young men he had met today were all more interesting than the last.

He glanced at Tie Chuanjia, opened the illegible handwriting of the manual, and began reading while drinking.

It contained simplified characters, which were not difficult for him to understand.

With just a glance, Tie Chuanjia knew that Li Xunhuan's idea was to follow Zhang Chengyi and see how things went. So he shook the reins, changed the route, and headed towards Xingyun Manor.

In the quiet town, in the woods by the roadside, there are spies, enemies, and friends; some are following, while others quietly leave.

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As dusk fell, the carriage arrived at Niujiazhuang.

Those who had been spying on the road had become extremely patient after witnessing the deaths of the Azure Blood Twin Serpents and the four 'children'.

"Ha~ Ah," Zhang Chengyi yawned as he got off the carriage and went into the inn's restaurant on his own.

The waiter, wearing a hat, came to greet us.

It was completely empty, without a single guest. Anyone who came to see it would find something wrong.

Zhang Chengyi didn't care at all. He ordered some food and drinks, said that the three of them would stay there for the night, and then chose a large table by the stove to sit down.

In this world, even the third-ranked Li Xunhuan (Little Li Flying Dagger) on the weapon ranking list can be poisoned and die, but the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, with its profound skill, makes one immune to all poisons.

The advantage is that you won't just be poisoned to death in some random, frustrating place.

Li Xunhuan followed half a step behind, glanced at the restaurant, and sighed again. It seemed that today's troubles were endless.

"Sighing too often will make you age quickly." Zhang Chengyi lay crookedly in the chair, his posture completely unnatural, not at all like a master swordsman.

"Enjoy life while you can." Li Xunhuan sat opposite him with great ease and said, "If you can't live a life that you're happy with, then even if you live a long time, you're nothing more than a turtle."

Zhang Chengyi laughed: "Then, Li Tanhua, are you satisfied enough?"

Li Xunhuan sighed again, which already revealed the answer.

Chapter 147 Immortals, Countless in Rank

"Your martial arts skills are truly breathtaking."

Li Xunhuan pressed the booklet of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique onto the table, sighing with admiration, "I never imagined there could be such ingenuity."

In this world, martial arts generally do not place much emphasis on internal strength, and the idea of ​​martial arts is very simple: it is the art of killing.

Unlike the flashy and varied martial arts in the world of Tianlong, it is impossible for a martial art to exist that requires a thorough understanding of Buddhist scriptures to learn.

The martial arts here are martial arts; they are learned to fight against others.

Due to differences in concepts and environments, the martial arts created by people in the martial arts world will naturally vary greatly.

In the world of Tianlong, having superb internal strength is often a threshold for becoming a master. To stand out, one needs to master a powerful martial art or even have some extraordinary encounters.

The masters in this world don't care about so many things. They don't care about internal or external skills. As long as they can kill people, they are masters.

Ding Chunqiu is known as the Old Monster and the Demonic Path because of his poisonous and wicked methods. His Green Demon Hand is the most poisonous weapon in the martial arts world, but it is still included in the weapon rankings that do not exclude women and the Demonic Path.

This Holy Spirit Sword Technique, originating from the world of Fengyun, has been modified by Zhang Chengyi, incorporating characteristics of the Jin, Gu, and Hong Kong comic book martial arts styles, making it an extremely sophisticated martial art in every aspect.

After all, it was a conclusion carefully deduced by the body of the light sphere. It was almost a series of interconnected steps, making full use of every acupoint and meridian in the body, which is why it was able to surpass the upper limit of the world in a short period of time.

Li Xunhuan had never seen such exquisite martial arts. With his eyesight and strength, he could easily calculate how powerful the Holy Spirit Sword Technique would be once mastered. After marveling at it, he asked his question:

"In my opinion, this Holy Spirit Sword Technique is indeed a peerless martial art, but it is not a demonic technique that would shorten one's lifespan if practiced."

"Just consider it as me going mad from practicing qi deviation."

Zhang Chengyi casually explained that the appearance of two sword intents was purely due to individual differences. For others, having feelings first and then becoming ruthless would at most result in a change in sword intent. However, his body had none of these. If he practiced the sword with feelings first, he would definitely have the sword intent of feelings. If he then practiced the sword without feelings, the sword intent of feelings would not change, but rather the sword intent of ruthlessness would be born from it.

The two sword intents originate from the same sword technique, like the yin and yang of the tai ji diagram, inseparable yet constantly vying for dominance. As their power increases exponentially, the body can no longer withstand it.

That could also be interpreted as going astray in cultivation.

Li Xunhuan nodded and then continued to ask about the situation after he went into qi deviation.

He genuinely wanted to help. Although he disliked Zhang Chengyi's cruelty in killing the Twin Serpents of the Azure Blood, he felt indebted to Zhang for giving him a peerless martial art. Besides, he wasn't the type to stand by and watch someone die.

Zhang Chengyi answered casually, seemingly less concerned than Li Xunhuan.

Other bodies in other worlds are trying their best to help find a solution. Even if this body does nothing, there is a certain probability that it will be rescued. Of course, it is also possible that this body will collapse before a solution is found.

So it's not that he doesn't work hard, but rather that he works hard precisely, efficiently, scientifically, and dialectically, letting his capable body work hard first.

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That night.

"Shi Yaoxian, the One-Finger Soul Chaser; Pan Xiaoan, the Playboy; Sun Kui, the Purple-Faced Second Brother; and the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa..."

Li Xunhuan named the masters who had fallen to the ground one by one.

He came out of his room when he heard the noise, only to see corpses that had just fallen, and a man in blue robes wearing dark blue iron gloves standing at the end of the corridor.

"The Azure Demon Hand?" He stared at the pair of iron gloves, paused, and said, "There are seven poisons in the martial world, and the Azure Demon Hand is the most poisonous, but you are not the Azure Demon Hand Yi Ku."

Even after retiring from the martial arts world for ten years, Little Li Flying Dagger still knows all the famous masters in the martial arts world like the back of his hand.

The man in blue had no time to say anything to Li Xunhuan; he just stared intently at Zhang Chengyi, who was holding a sword in his hand.

Those experts who came for the Golden Silk Armor were all knocked down by a single sword flash; she didn't even see the trajectory of the sword.

Too fast.

She trembled slightly as the speed increased, yet she couldn't help but feel excited and squeezed her legs together. How wonderful it would be if such a master were to fall at her feet.

The man in blue casually removed the famous Green Demon Hand from the weapon manual, revealing a pair of hands as smooth as mutton fat jade.

These are beautiful hands that should not belong to the human world.

In comparison, the Azure Demon Hand, ranked ninth on the Weapon Ranking, should indeed be discarded like trash.

Next came a pair of slender feet, straight and long legs, a waist and three points vaguely visible under the veil, and finally, an unparalleled face slowly revealed under the mask.

Li Xunhuan was engrossed in admiring the scene when Zhang Chengyi's spoilsport voice rang out:

"Lin Xian'er, the most beautiful woman in the world, yes, you certainly have the looks to make many people pay to patronize you, but..."

The word "prostitute" is too offensive.

Whether it was Lin Xian'er, Li Xunhuan, or Tie Chuanjia, who had just arrived and was somewhat absent-minded, they all found it particularly glaring.

“I met a woman who looks somewhat like you elsewhere.” Zhang Chengyi said slowly as he looked at Lin Xian’er who was walking over. “You are younger and prettier than her, she is more charming and seductive than you, your martial arts are stronger, and her nature is more ruthless. You both rely on your bodies to find men to beg for food.”

"She tried to seduce me, just like you did."

Lin Xian'er's heart skipped a beat, her feet firmly planted on the floor, too afraid to move. The man opposite her had a cold gaze that held a hint of appreciation for a beautiful object, completely devoid of any human quality. She was inexplicably convinced that if she continued forward, only one word awaited her.

dead.

"I won't kill you now," Zhang Chengyi said with a gentle smile. "Get lost."

Lin Xian'er, the most beautiful woman in the world, is quite capable of attracting attention. Letting her stir up the martial arts world is no problem; she might even attract a few more true masters.

Those trash he just annihilated don't deserve the title of expert. In Zhang Chengyi's opinion, at the very least, someone should be listed on the Weapon Ranking or have been listed on the Weapon Ranking to be considered an expert.

He's not trying to elevate the overall level of martial arts; he's simply looking for people to study martial arts together. He'll definitely be looking for the top tier. What's the point of training a bunch of mediocre people?

Lin Xian'er looked at Zhang Chengyi with a sorrowful gaze, took a few steps back, and asked, "Could you tell me that sister's name?"

This woman is beyond saving; even on her deathbed, she's concerned about another woman who looks a lot like her.

“Her name was Kang Min,” Zhang Chengyi said readily. “She’s long dead.”

Lin Xian'er paused for a moment, then revealed a strange smile before turning around and jumping out of the window, leaving behind neither her clothes in the corridor nor the Green Demon Hand.

Li Xunhuan shook his head as if regretting, "You were a beautiful woman, but why did you become a thief?"

"What, are you interested?" Zhang Chengyi looked over with a smile. "If you're interested, next time she brings people to cause trouble, I'll send her to your bed."

Li Xunhuan's expression froze, and he sighed, "I'm afraid I'm not worthy of enjoying this."